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We pleasured each other for another hour, increasing the intensity at some points. We cummed the second time and lay back on the bed, gasping for air.

At that point of exhaustion, all we wanted to do was sleep until midday on Saturday.

Chapter 14

Madison

June made a mess of our plans to make up at midday. She had come running into the room as early as 7:30 a.m. Hudson and I stretched in the bed, still battling with sleepy eyes.

“Good morning,” I muttered with the little energy I could muster.

“We should escape on a long trip sometime,” Hudson whispered in response to June’s regrettable disruption. She ran downstairs right after, seeming satisfied with her mischief.

I giggled and rolled out of bed, holding the blanket firmly over my chest.

“We should attempt that sometime,” he teased, winking at me.

“Maybe we actually should. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to get some unlimited action with zero constraints.” My eyes rested on his groin momentarily in a bid to point out what I was speaking of.

He laughed and followed me into the shower.

We frolicked in the bathroom for a couple of seconds before finally having our bath and leaving the room. I went into the kitchen to make some toasted bread. Hudson kept June company. I had left my phone in the living room on the dining table.

“Babe, your phone!” Hudson called out from the living room.

June came running into the kitchen, holding my phone in her hand.

“Thank you, baby,” I said, cleaning my hands on a napkin as I took the phone from June. She ran back into the living room right after.

“Hello?” I said into the phone.

“Hello, my love. So nice to hear from you again.”

It was at that moment that I looked at the screen and recognized the number Dylan had called from about a week ago. I hissed in irritation and ended the call. I continued making the toasts, determined not to give any room to Dylan to taint my mood.

My phone beeped after about a minute. I heaved a deep sigh and picked it up. It was a text from Dylan: “I shared a little memory with you on Skype. You should go check it out.”

Curiosity got the best of me. I opened my Skype app to check the content of the message he had sent.

He had sent a ton of files. I downloaded them to my phone and opened them. I almost dropped my phone to the ground. The files contained images of me—erotic photos and videos, most likely from our times together on cam. The bastard had recorded and saved everything to his phone.

Now, it was my turn to call, my heart filled with rage. He picked up reluctantly and acted as if he wasn’t expecting my call.

“Hello?”

“What silly game are you playing, Dylan?”

“Game? What game?”

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me!” I lost my cool for a second and yelled out, forgetting that I wasn’t alone in the house. “Why would you send me those pictures? How and why do you even have them in the first place?” My voice hushed once more as I realized it.

“Oh, those? They are just fond memories I like to hold on to. I’ve held on to them for a really long time now, longing for the day I would finally get to feel that tender flesh against mine while I do some really nasty things to it.”

“Get rid of those photos, Dylan. I’m not okay with any of these. You can’t keep such photos of me without my approval.”

“You decided that what we had didn’t mean anything to you without my approval as well. You chose to do what made you happy without taking my feelings into consideration. I’ve only done the same.”

“This is different, Dylan.”

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